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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
The  
      moon now  
      floods the snow  
       with a silvern    
                                          kiss       ­                               
In                               ­                   
a robe                                                
the shade of                                              
night trimmed with star                                              
jewels                                                

She
sail­s on
death's white mist
bathed in eldritch
                      days                    

                                                              R­uns
                                                             ­   upon
                                                               the open seas
                                                            ­    of flame and ice
                                                             ­  free


Sweet
musky
  rose from fields
    blooms from Milky
Ways
Five simple Lanterns of the fantastical element.
Words are so beautiful!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***

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